Dairy-Free Knockoff Nutella

Since the day my now 14-year-old son Isaiah was diagnosed with gluten intolerance four years ago, there have been many days when I have felt that I know absolutely nothing—nothing at all.

There still are.

I look into his dark brown eyes and see my handsome teenage son. So, handsome, I could cry. I cry wondering if he’s healthy. Healthy enough.

What does that even mean? I wonder if I should get Isaiah more invasive testing to make sure he’s healthy. I wonder if by not getting him the more invasive testing, I am making a mistake—one I can’t take back.